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“These people don’t trust me,” Lisa confided as she watched people congregate. She could see their cautious looks in her direction, as if she were some Medusa like monster. 

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“Sure we should. Abso-fucking-lutely. I mean, why not?” Negan grins behind her as he wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her in, holds her to his chest. He doesn’t really care about Valentine’s Day, can’t give less of a shit about it to be honest, but right now? Anything for a reason to get away from leadership duties for an evening and spend some much needed one-on-one time with her.

“Come on,” he continues, voice low and lips not far from her ear. There’s the slightest hint of a pout in his tone. “We’ve been busting our asses off for god fucking knows how long to bring this place together and turn it into somethin’. And have you seen it lately? Because it sure is fucking something.” They had a rough start, but they’ve come a long way since he started running the place. “It’s secure enough. We got shit under control. I don’t think the factory’s gonna burn to the ground if I take an evening off to give my favorite lady some much deserved attention.” 

It’s almost funny how it reminds him of before. It used to be her that was always working, some days rarely seen at home; now, at the end of the world, he’s the one always with something to do, taking on more responsibility than he ever did before the outbreak.

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          He should have known, should have known that she wouldn’t want to simply just stay back at The Sanctuary, where he KNEW that she would be safe. Nor would she just keep quiet either. His wife was a strong-willed lady, knew what she wanted and had a hell of a lot of times put him in his place. But this? This was something that he wanted her to listen to him in regards to, wanted her to stay behind where he knew no harm would come to her.

          Behind the bravado, the show that was put out there for everyone else to see, for his people, for those that he took control of, was a man who loved his wife more than anything else in this world... Even if he was far from what would be considered a good husband. But finding out that she was ill, before all of the shit hit the fan in terms of the dead walking the earth, it had only made him more protective, made her more precious. 

          “ No. No fucking way. ”  He was quick to respond to her. A trip to Alexandria was neither what she needed to be there for, nor did she need to see just exactly what shit might go down there. Feet carried him a few more steps towards her, one hand coming to rest on his wife’s arm, the other brushed through her hair before coming around to cup her cheek.  “ I know you’re tough as nails, shit, Lu... You’re fucking tougher than me. But I don’t want you there. ”  There was a shake of his head, and this, with her, was probably the only time he let his most human side out. She was already slipping through his fingers and being pulled from him, and maybe the knowledge of that played a part in how he acted, but he had sworn that he would do everything he possibly could, for as long as he could, to make sure that she was safe.